Lord of the Night

"A person like Starlight Helmsman is a genius. If he had participated in the plan to raise Gu to become a god, his future achievements would be truly limitless."

Zheng Yunqi sighed.

"That's not necessarily the case. After all, he doesn't have advanced martial arts resources, so...it's really hard to say what the future holds."

Zhao Wushang objected: "I admit that this is a character, but he may not be as scary as you think."

Zheng Yunqi sneered and said, "Then let's see. In the future, the Starlight Helmsman will definitely let you personally change what you said today."

"So for a long period of time in the future, we will be able to use Starlight Helmsman more often, but Starlight may not use us. We must maintain this line."

…

Fang Che went on duty the next day full of energy.

There was a sudden burst of congratulations.

A one-star gold medal butler is already stable, all he has to do is wait for the gold star.

As for the ceremony... everyone tacitly agreed not to mention it.

Zhao Ying'er didn't come. It was said that she was taken away by her family to recuperate.

Her injuries were fatal, and it was a blessing that Fang Che forcibly saved her life.

But damage to the heart is not a trivial matter. If you don't recuperate for a period of time, you won't be able to gain value, let alone participate in any battles.

A fragile heart can be broken by just one battle without using all your strength.

The injuries on Fang Che's face attracted the attention of several female deacons. They all came to observe carefully and felt extremely distressed.

"How could such a beautiful face be hurt...it's really..."

"I have good medicine here."

"I have it too. The medicine is only available at our headquarters. It's only a small bottle of Qianlingjing. It takes half a day to heal. I'm not willing to use it myself."

"hurry up."

"Here you take a small cotton swab and clean the wound."

"You hold him down..."

Fang Che was extremely embarrassed: "No, no, no..."

But the women couldn't help but swarmed over him, pushed him down on the table, and took action.

"You don't have to move! We just come!"

"I can endure the pain."

"The time will pass in a while."

"Don't move, we are moving and you are moving too..."

"Do you feel good now? Cool?"

"..."

When the women dispersed, Fang Che lay on the table dying of breath, but the injuries on his face were no longer visible!

There is a smell of various kinds of powder all over my body.

Countless male deacons looked at him with envy and jealousy.

Even Zuo Guanglie, a die-hard supporter, was filled with jealousy.

Think about it, there are a bunch of women on top of you, and all of them are very beautiful...

This beautiful thing...why doesn't it happen to me?

Cripple Hong Er couldn't help the sour taste in his heart, so he opened his mouth and said, "Tsk, tsk..."

…

Fang Che immediately sat up straight, squinted his eyes like knives, and asked full of malice: "What are you tutting at?"

Cripple Hong Er suddenly felt a little urgent to urinate and stammered: "No...it's nothing..."

Fang Che stepped over and punched him: "It's nothing, what are you talking about?!"

Bang bang bang, another hard beating!

Hong Er was immediately confused.

Is this also a fight?

He begged for mercy in a human-like voice, but Fang Che still didn't give up. He punched and kicked him, then pointed at his nose and cursed: "If you ever act so mean-mouthed again, try it!"

This scene made a group of female deacons feel so happy that they didn't know what to do.

enraptured.

They knew why Fang Che did this.

When the female deacons were treating Fang Che's injuries just now, Cripple Hong didn't dare to say anything when Fang Che was there. But as soon as Fang Che left, Cripple Hong would definitely start spouting all kinds of weird and slutty words. Absolutely.

Especially today, this matter has made Hong Er Laizi so jealous, and what he will say will definitely not sound good. All kinds of yin and yang, all kinds of weird things, all the female deacons can think of them even now.

And the female deacons didn't dare to be familiar with him. Firstly, they couldn't beat him. Secondly, if they tried to fight him, he would become even crazier in the future.

Now Fang Che's merciless beating could shut up Hong Er.

At least I don't dare to say anything these days... As time goes by, of course the bad mouth will happen again. But that was a long time ago...

Cripple Hong Er lay on the ground for a long time without daring to move. For a long time, he felt that Fang Che should leave. Then he climbed up with his hands and murmured: "What the hell..."

There was a bang.

Fang Che stepped on his head: "I knew you were still mean-mouthed!"

Cripple Hong Er was suffocated on the ground, blood splattered all over his nose and mouth, and he screamed: "I don't dare anymore, I don't dare anymore."

Fang Che still stomped his feet a few more times.

The stomping lame Hong Er screamed in agony without any sound.

Then he greeted: "Tang Zheng! Let's go! Go patrolling the streets!"

Tang Zheng stood up majestically and followed Fang Che out.

There was silence in the hall for a long time.

Cripple Hong Er finally started sobbing and crying.

"It's so... so bullying... wu wu..."

Everyone rolled their eyes.

If you don't talk mean, can he hit you?

Purely self-inflicted.

The chief deacon walked in with a shining golden collar, and said as if he didn't know anything, "What's going on? Hong Er Lame, you are causing trouble again!"

Cripple Hong Er was so aggrieved that he almost cried: "Boss, this is Fang Che beating me..."

The chief deacon frowned and said, "If you don't mess with him, why would he hit you?"

"I really didn't offend him..."

"Then why doesn't he hit others?" the chief deacon asked.

"..."

Hong Er was speechless.

What you said makes so much sense, I am speechless.

afternoon.

Deacon Fang’s promotion to Gold Star Ceremony.

It was held directly in the guard hall.

This time Song Yidao learned his lesson and didn't let anyone come from the southeast headquarters.

The entire guard hall celebrated once.

…

Fang Che was patrolling the streets majestically, with stars twinkling.

Peace and quiet.

Five thousand miles south of Baiyun Continent, it is at the core of the Forest of All Spirits.

On the cloud.

A man in white and a man in black are confronting each other.

Beside the two of them, the storm was raging.

Before the two of them could take action, the phantoms of a knife and a gun began to fight in the clouds.

It has been eleven days since Xue Fuxiao came to Baiyun Continent. After making a high-profile appearance at Baiyun Martial Academy, she originally wanted to follow Dongfang Sansan’s instructions and go find Fang Che to beat him up, but she unexpectedly found Tiannan in Baiyun Continent. It seems that the celestial phenomena are different, and there are storms and clouds that are stirring up the situation.

After contacting Dongfang Sansan, he immediately came here.

As a result, after arriving here, I actually met an old acquaintance.

Bone-shattering dream gun, Duan Xiyang!

Xue Fuxiao's shock has reached an unparalleled level.

How could this old devil appear here silently?

Duan Xiyang was immediately stunned.

Xue Fuxiao and others, who had very clear intelligence, were at the guardian headquarters or patrolling the border snow-capped mountains.

Why did it suddenly appear here?

When the two met suddenly, they almost said the first words in unison.

"Why are you here?"

"How did you come?"

Then the two of them learned about their own accidents.

This is actually a complete coincidence!

Suddenly both of them were a little confused.

What the hell... I can actually encounter this!

Duan Xiyang had a sense of fate in his heart: I hid all my aura this time, released false news to attract attention, changed my appearance along the way, and came in low-key - I have been like this, and yet I met Xue as soon as I came in. Fuxiao!

And Xue Fuxiao felt even more ridiculous: My action this time was completely accidental. I didn't even know I was coming out before I came out. I came to Baiyun Martial Academy in a daze and walked around for a while before arriving here - and here I happened to meet Duan Xiyang!

This is so damn scary.

Could it be that it was settled by three or three! ?

Xue Fuxiao understood immediately.

Then he gave an unpredictable smile and said, "Duan Xiyang, are you surprised?"

Duan Xiyang said coldly: "Aren't you surprised?"

Xue Fuxiao smiled faintly: "You would come here even if Sansan arrived early, and specifically asked me to come and wait for you. I didn't know what he meant at first, but when I found you here... I realized that it was so."

Duan Xiyang was immediately shocked, his eyes widened on his thin face: "Can Dongfang Sansan know my whereabouts? How is this possible?"

The old god Xue Fuxiao was here: "Since it's impossible, how do you explain my appearance?"

Duan Xiyang was really shocked this time and lost his mind: "This is impossible! This time I used my divine power to cover it up, how could Dongfang Sansan count?"

Xue Fuxiao laughed, full of confidence: "You have gods? We have Sansan!"

Duan Xiyang was suddenly shocked again: "You actually know that we have gods? Didn't you not believe it before?"

Xue Fuxiao was also startled: "You really have gods?"

Duan Xiyang felt like he was going to faint: "Then what are you talking about?"

Xue Fuxiao frowned and was confused: "What about you? What are you talking about?"

The two faced off for a long time.

Two pairs of eyes full of confusion, you look at me and I look at you.

Finally I couldn't bear it anymore.

"What the hell, we actually met each other, let's have a fight!"

Duan Xiyang took the gun in his hand.

Xue Fuxiao said angrily: "Why do we have to fight again? No one can be beaten to death, let's just chat."

Duan Xiyang smiled ferociously and pointed the Bone-Breaking Dream Spear toward the north: "If you don't fight me, I will massacre Baiyunzhou!"

"What the hell!"

Xue Fuxiao drew the sword in her hand, and suddenly a dreamlike sword intent enveloped the void: "Just hit me, I'm afraid of you!"

So the two began to fight.

Xue Fuxiao took Duan Xiyang up to the sky to fight, and the sea of ​​clouds was boiling as they were beaten by the two.

So far, the two have been fighting for nine days!

No matter who wins or loses.

The fighting spirit in Duan Xiyang's eyes was like an angry sea boiling, and he said with great satisfaction, "Lao Xue, you have made progress!"

Xue held the flute with her sword in full swing and snorted: "You are not weak either."

"I'm hungry."

Duan Xiyang said: "Whose turn is it now?"

Xue Fuxiao said angrily: "I cooked the last meal!"

"Then I'll take care of this meal." Duan Xiyang sighed.

In the past few days, the two of them fought every day; after the fight, they took turns cooking.

Today happened to be Duan Xiyang's turn, which meant that the old devil had to be the cook for a day.

Duan Xiyang rushed down like a gust of wind, and Xue Fuxiao also fell down, waiting on the top of the mountain.

In the blink of an eye, Duan Xiyang flew over with a monarch-level monster in his hand and said, "There are two venerable-level ones over there. They are of a higher rank, but when it comes to delicious food, they are not as delicious as this one."